(Oh, the things that you forget about life in the city!)
Here in Sutton, I have been carrying around my workbasket (with DPNs sticking out in all directions like a crazy tame porcupine!) since last year - since the Cho7 - tournoi fundraiser I did for Elliot's hockey. Knitting at the arena. Knitting at the baseball field. Knitting on Principale for WorldWide Knit in Public Day. Crazy, weird, always-knitting-in-public mama.
If ever I forgot my workbasket in town, in the library or on a bench, I am confident that somebody in Sutton would recognize it & bring it up to the house to drop it off. "Oh, Kelli must have left this here while she was renewing her books/watching Elliot in the sk8park/buying some more tea," they would say. "I'm sure she's missing it terribly. I'll just pop on up the road and leave it on her steps."
This weekend, I spent an evening and a night in Montreal, and woke up early on Sunday to go for a run before taking the bus back home. I settled for breakfast and coffee in a chain resto. (not much in the way of choices in the Berri-Emile-Gamelin-BANQ area, unfortunately...) and while I was getting a refill of my (terrible and v. probably not organic or fair-trade or shade-grown) coffee, A FELLOW MADE OFF WITH MY WORKBASKET!!!! A SHIFTY CHARACTER IF THERE EVER WAS ONE!!!!
I of course abandoned my place in line and started running after the knitting thief
Who seemed a little bit simple
And answered my cries of "Mon tricoooooottttt...." with a sheepish look - he set the basket down on the sidewalk and walked away.